Chris lay before us, virtually turned to stone.

Was that it? Had we finally won? It seemed so surreal that it was actually over.

I helped Noah to his feet, giving him support while his wound healed. It did not seem to be that serious, so there was no reason for me to intervene.

“I should make sure that he’s dead,” Noah said. “We don’t want any more surprises.”

I nodded in agreement. We stumbled slowly towards Chris’s body. Noah tried to ...